Percy was fast asleep, that much he knew.

He was walking through a meadow of flowers all colours under the sun. Pink, blue, yellow, purple, orange, red. The sun in question was hanging high in the sky. Judging by its position in the sky it was around midday. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, as if Zeus was having a good day.

Someone was holding his hand and the scent of brass filled his senses. He felt warm all over, a fluttery feeling in his chest.

"It's beautiful," he breathed.

"Not as beautiful as you are, my love."

Percy turned around and saw Apollo softly smiling at him. His long hair flowing in the slight breeze. It seemed even the wind gods wanted to know what his hair felt like. His eyes were a perfect mirror of the sky. Percy thought that Apollo's eyes reflect the closest path to the sun, it would explain how he saw his gorgeous eyes go stormy when Zeus was in a foul mood.

Wait how do I know that? Percy questioned himself internally.

Percy smiled back at the sun god, tilting his face up slightly.

Why am I shorter than him? We're the same height! Percy thought, a seed of doubt beginning to form in his stomach.

"I can argue that you are far more beautiful than I," Percy replied smoothly. With a jolt he realised that they were speaking ancient greek.

Apollo moved closer to him, cupping his face with his free hand. "I would say that I would argue but I do not believe my heart could take it."

"You always know what to say, Apollo," Percy found himself saying. He broke their hands apart and looped both his arms around the god's neck. In retaliation Apollo wrapped both his arms around his waist, pulling them together.

Percy went red but couldn't bring himself to look away from Apollo's eyes. He found himself understanding what the saying 'eyes are the windows to the soul' meant. He could see Apollo's adoration for him, his protectiveness, his fondness, his willingness to do anything for him. He could clearly see the love Apollo held from him in those mesmerising irises of his. Percy found himself getting lost in his eyes.

Apollo moved one hand up and pressed it higher up against Percy's back, pulling them closer once again.

Apollo leaned in a pressed a soft kiss to Percy's lips, "I love you Hyacinthus."

Percy awoke with a violent shake, breathing heavily. He had his face pressed against the pillow. Someone else was nearby so Percy matched his breathing to theirs.

He shifted slightly so his head was more on the pillow and closed his eyes. Falling back asleep.

He was standing on a ledge, one he hadn't had dreams of for 13 years.

He was standing above Tartarus.

"Why hello little Perseus," said the smooth voice of Kronos. "I see you are a god now, how is that working for you?"

Percy stepped back from the edge. Frantically looking around him. Peering into the shadows.

"Why do you care Kronos?" he yelled into the void. "Want to taunt me about it? Huh. Try your best! You can't get through to me anymore!"

"I don't need to try, it is quite easy. Afterall it's all in your head, enjoy Tartarus again grandson."

"What?"

The ground fell beneath him, sucking him down into the darkness below. Kronos' laughter echoing around him

The fall lasted seconds in darkness before he could see the vast wasteland that the greeks called hell. Since  becoming a god his vision had certainly improved. He could see every beast that hunted across the skin of Tartarus. The horrors that flew through the air. The black water of the styx directly below him.

Percy didn't scream. He had frozen in terror. Too horrified by the howls that broke the air.

The water was meters below him.

Splash! The water splashed against his skin. Cold hands dragging him under. The fact that he is a son of Poseidon did nothing to stop the biting water from tearing at his skin. He kept his mouth clamped shut until the pain hit. Waved of pain wrecking against his body. The harsh current slaming him against the rocks below. Percy screamed, his voice finally coming back to him. The black water flooded into his mouth. Percy tried to struggle, but every time he moved the current pushed back harder. It slamed him against the bottom once again. A rock that was jutting up collided against his head.

He woke up again. His shoulder was shaking, a warm hand grasping it. Another hand was cupping his face. A voice was saying his name over and over. But it was far away, echoing, boucing off the sides of his skull. It hurt.

"Stop," Percy mumbled. Turning his head to the side. All the memories flashing past his eyes.

He had kept his eyes shut ever since he hit the water. But the memories wouldn't stop. He didn't even recognise some of the memories. But Annabeth was in them, bloody, bruised, 17 years old. When they went through there together.

"Percy, please just open your eyes," a soft voice pleaded. "Just look at me, please just look at me."

Percy hesitated then opened his eyes. His eyes immediately met dark blue ones. Storm clouds raged through his eyes but Percy could see the worry underneath.

Percy was still breathing heavily, but just my simply looking into those mesmerising eyes helped him calm down. His breathing matched to the other persons.

Percy looked him up and down. Long blonde hair falling around his face. Torso covered by an orange t-shirt that read camp half-blood in bold letters. He was leaning over him, resting his weight upon his hand. His bottom half covered by a blanket that covered Percy as well.

"Apollo?" Percy breathed, having recognised the god that was leaning over him.

Percy expected Apollo to ask if he was ok, he didn't know if he'd be able to tell the god what happened in the dreams. Either of them. How were you supposed to tell someone that you had a dream of them on a date with their ex. Or that your granddad threw you into Tartarus. There was just some weird things you just didn't share.

But Apollo surprised him yet again.

"Your eyes are red again," Apollo said, not breaking eye-contact. "They were purple, now they're red. Any idea what that means?"

Percy felt warm. Probably just because Apollo was close to him, he always felt warm around the sun god. Probably because he is literally the sun.

"Oh, I don't know. It just keeps changing," Percy replied.

Apollo hummed and moved away from over Percy to sit beside him instead. Percy felt as if a hole had been carved into his chest and taken away once Apollo had moved. Taking away the physical contact with him.

"Now they're grey," Apollo said.

Percy sat up and faced the sun god. Still reeling from the vision of Tartarus.

They were inches apart from touching.

Percy closed that distance.

He snuggled against the sun god's side. Pressing his face to the older man's shoulder. Bodies close together as Percy felt like he would lose it. His sanity was slipping away but Apollo stayed. With one leg across the other god's lap, Percy closed his eyes.

Apollo pulled Percy to between his legs and hugged him tight. A silent reminder that he was there and wasn't going anywhere.

The ex-demigod tucked his head against the god's neck. He felt safe. Safe in Apollo's arms. Ironic since before he had never thought he would feel safe around a god. The Fates just loved proving him wrong.

For once he didn't want to complain about that.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Apollo asked hesitantly.

Percy opened his mouth a few times. Trying to find the words.

"I- I." The words wouldn't come.

He had it all planned out in his head. He would tell Apollo about the ledge, about the pit. But not too much detail. No. Percy couldn't do that too himself. But the words just would not come. It was frustrating to say the least.

"It's ok," Apollo said soothingly. "Take as much time as you need. I'll still be here when you're ready, I'll be here in a hundred years. I will be here, whenever you need me."

Well one thing was for sure, Percy was glad his face was against the god's neck because he was blushing like crazy. He knows Apollo has a lot of experience but gods dam he is smooth.

He hoped Apollo didn't feel his neck heat up with the amount of heat rushing to Percy's face.

"I was on a ledge, Kronos was talking. He was taunting me, about-about being a god now. Then the ledge disappeared and I fell. Again." Percy's voice failed him, choking up.

Apollo stiffened beneath him, "Do you mean Tar- I mean our hell? As in worse than the smell in Hepheatus' workshop?"

A laugh escaped Percy but that was quickly choked away too.

Since his voice wouldn't work he just nodded.

Apollo's hold on him tightened, "Hestia's flamin' underpants, Perce. I'm so sorry."

He didn't understand why Apollo was apologising, he didn't do anything wrong. He didn't hurt him. That was Kronos. It was all Kronos.

Apollo was helping him. Just by being there. Just by being near him. He was helping by just being himself.

"It's-it's not y-your faul-t," Percy managed to choke out.

"I know," Apollo said with a slight laugh that vibrated through his chest. "I was trying out the mortal thing of apologising for things that aren't your fault."

Percy wanted Apollo to keep talking. His voice was nice. Also he felt his eyes getting heavy as he rose and fell with Apollo's chest. In perfect time with the god's breathing.

"Ca-can you keep talk-talking please."

"Yeah yeah of course." Apollo thought for a moment. Percy was half asleep and he didn't want to startle him awake. So he decided on a story that his mother, Leto, used to tell him and Artemis when they were younger.

"Once upon a time, when the mortals of the world had just been created, they were beautiful. Not just on the outside. They felt emotions so deeply that it scared the six gods up above. Hestia, Demeter, Hera, Hades, Poseidon and Zeus. A single mortal soul was so powerful that it could hold a fragile body together for decades. Each of them had four arms, four legs, two heads. This scared Zeus, because after the fall of the Titans he had risen to the top. But if enough mortals decided to overthrow the gods, then the mortals would win. Just because they loved so easily and so fiercely. In a paranoid rage Zeus struck all mortals with his lightning bolts, spliting their souls in two. In his hissy fit Zeus created soulmates. The most beautiful creation of all. It's said that since this was before the other gods came to be, that the god's can have soulmates too. All throughout history there's been soulmates finding each other."

Apollo trailed off and listened to the ex-demigod's steady breathing. The only indication that he was asleep. He still held on just as tight. Still had his faced buried against Apollo's neck.

Apollo lay back down. The loyalty god fast asleep on his chest.

Before Apollo followed his lead and fell asleep, he wondered. Wondered about the constantly changing eye colour trait that Perseus possessed. He wondered what he had dreamt about the first time, as he had fell straight back asleep, his head rested on Apollo's chest. But most importantly, he wondered why in the name of Hermes' crack dealer the black haired god gave him a warm feeling in his chest. A twist in his stomach everytime they touched. Ichor rushing to his face when he gave him that stupid lop-sided grin.

Apollo fell asleep thinking about Perseus and the god's many mysteries.